We always had pasties plain. Before my father retired, he made frequent trips to the Yoop, and brought back cases of pasties, frozen and ready to bake. I never quite figured out where he got them, but they were very much the same as yours, Beccy--

I hope that someday, Bev and Jerry will make the trek across the the Big Mac and do a comparison of the Yooper pasties with the Cornish--

For those who don't know, Michigan's Upper Penninsula is "The Yoop" and, at least as far as I am able to determine, the only food that they have up there are pasties.

Years ago, I shared a house with a guy whose father, when sufficiently relaxed, would rail for hours on the vile and despicable nature of the Cornish. This amazed me, because generally, Americans have never heard of the Cornish, much less cultivated an abiding hatred for them. However, the Cornish went to the Yoop to work in mines, and, since they spoke English, they were supervisors and formen. My housemate's father's family were German.